mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 998 Mr. Zhao is so brave
Zhao Chuanxin actually stepped on Aopiyin's neck, penetrating part of his chest.

How much power does this require?
The martial artists below the stage looked horrified.

To be honest, as soon as Opiyin started to fight, they realized that although this foreigner was strong, his fighting skills were very poor. He was the kind of person who relied on his good hardware but was both novice and playful.

But Zhao Chuanxin killed him with one punch, and what followed was a one-sided massacre, which was exaggerated.

Zhao Chuanxin did not defend but only attacked. Facing a heavy punch from the beast-like Opiyin, his body did not even shake. This showed his absolute confidence in his physical fitness and strength.

Besides, Opiein is powerful, right?
But Zhao Chuanxin was able to kick his neck into his chest with one kick. This would have to break the spine inside the body and dislocate the skin and flesh. How much force would that require?

There were many masters present, but all the martial artists understood that they were no match for Zhao Chuanxin.

If it was a mortal enemy, I'm afraid no one would be able to leave a complete body.

It's fucking scary!

Could this be the god of death that came down from the battlefield?
That’s not all. After Zhao Chuanxin landed, he raised his leg and did a sweeping kick.

Aopiyin's body was swept three meters away and slid another meter on the ground.

One hundred percent dead.

Zhao Chuanxin unbuttoned the top three buttons of his shirt, revealing his muscular chest, and hooked his finger at the pale Oliver Burton below the ring: "It's your turn."

Oliver Burton stepped back and shook his head, saying, "Mr. Zhao, you misunderstood. I never said the Sick Man of East Asia. That was said by Opiein alone."

Zhao Chuanxin grinned: "Life is a battleground everywhere, so fighting is a fight wherever it is."

After saying that, Zhao Chuanxin jumped up, turned 360 degrees in the air, and landed lightly in front of Oliver Burton on the stage.

The audience in the front row exclaimed.

Although Oliver Burton was scared to death, he saw that he had no way to retreat and Zhao Chuanxin had no weapon in his hands, so he made up his mind and was about to draw his sword.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his leg, kicked lightly, and then used his toes to press against the hilt of the sword in Oliver Burton's hand.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pull it out.

The martial arts group stood up in shock.

This Oliver Burton drew his sword very quickly, and then within two steps, he couldn't even draw the sword.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled slightly, took a step back, and allowed Oliver Burton to draw his sword calmly.

On the other side, Li Shuwen saw that Zhao Chuanxin had no weapon in his hand, so he wanted to give him his spear.

But Zhao Chuanxin stretched out his hand: "Sword."

A black sword appeared out of thin air in his hand.

This is a black soft gold alloy sword that Xingyue had just "grown" for him last night.

This scene is somewhat cool.

Oliver Burton saw that even his advantage in weapons was gone, and now all he had left was a do-or-die battle.

His face was as pale as water, and he raised his sword in front of him, wanting to fight with Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin put his black sword on it.

Oliver Burton took the initiative to stir his sword and thrust forward.

Zhao Chuanxin twitched the corner of his mouth, turned his wrist and flicked the sword upwards.

Zhao Chuanxin's black soft gold alloy sword is different from the previous eight-edged Han sword. This sword is tough.

Before Oliver Burton could make another move, Zhao Chuanxin put his left hand behind his back, swung his right hand, and struck the sword horizontally.

Oliver Burton tried to intercept, but Zhao Chuanxin was too fast.

laugh.

Oliver Burton had a two-centimeter-long cut on his forearm and blood was gushing out.

But he was highly focused and did not feel any pain.

Western swordsmanship, fast and continuous attack, Oliver Burton quickly attacked Zhao Chuanxin's lower body.

Zhao Chuanxin put one hand behind his back, took a light step, and turned his wrist to block.

Horizontal slash.

laugh.

The method was obviously very ordinary, but Oliver Burton just couldn't avoid it.

It’s not that his swordsmanship is not good enough, but that Zhao Chuanxin’s movements are too fast.

It was too late to intercept.

This sword cut a two-centimeter-long cut in Oliver Burton's abdomen.

This time he felt pain, but the surge of adrenaline numbed the pain.

This made him angry. He had won many competitions in Europe and few people could hurt him.

This caused him to move violently, and when he swung the sword horizontally, his arm was raised too high, and the tip of the sword could not reach Zhao Chuanxin at all.

Zhao Chuanxin raised the corner of his mouth, without moving, and waited for the tip of the sword to pass in front of him. Then he suddenly drew his sword and tapped Oliver Burton's popliteal fossa.

chi...

"what……"

On the side of the martial arts group, Li Shuwen was shocked and said, "Not dodging or avoiding, how audacious!"

Sun Lutang said: "Mr. Zhao deliberately avoided the vital parts and only made small cuts. He was going to torture Aolifo to death..."

Everyone was shocked when they heard this.

In the arena of life and death, you can win but you are not in a hurry to win, and you use a blunt knife to cut your opponent. Is this something a carbon-based creature can do?
Furthermore, Oliver Burton's swordplay was fierce, fast, and dense. Even those among them who were proficient in swordsmanship might not be his match.

But Zhao Chuanxin was strong enough to play tricks on his opponent.

It's so terrifying...

As he spoke, Oliver Burton already had more than ten small wounds on his body, each one was two centimeters long, almost the same size, and bleeding, but not too much.

The scene was already boiling.

"God of War, God of War, God of War..."

This sound made Oliver Burton even more uneasy.

Seeing this, Zhao Chuanxin raised his index finger to the audience and said, "Shh, give them some room to perform. Be polite and don't make loud noises."

Many people in the audience sneered.

Oliver Burton looked at the audience, then at Zhao Chuanxin, feeling afraid, ashamed and angry.

Furious, he stabbed three times in a row.

Zhao Chuanxin calmly drew his sword and then stretched out his arm.

Someone from the martial arts group exclaimed, "This is the thrusting sword technique from the Qi family's eight sword techniques. Because the Qi family sword is longer than the Japanese pirates' swords, when fighting with the Japanese pirates, they can gain an advantage with just one palm's length longer. And Mr. Zhao's sword is longer than that of Olifur..."

Sure enough, after one sword strike, a red dot appeared on Oliver Burton's chest.

Zhang Zhankui was amazed: "It is worthy of being a red spot in the Central Plains."

Oliver Burton broke out in a cold sweat.

I was almost chilled to the bone.

He was in the middle of the situation and couldn't see through Zhao Chuanxin's intentions. He thought that Zhao Chuanxin was simply slightly stronger than him and happened to be able to hurt him every time.

At this time, it was Zhao Chuanxin's turn to attack.

Oliver Burton made three consecutive straight thrusts, and Zhao Chuanxin made three consecutive horizontal strikes.

Clang clang clang.

Oliver Burton's sword hand was numb from the shock.

Somehow, Zhao Chuanxin suddenly appeared in front of him, without using the sword, and pulled back with his left fist.

Snapped.

Oliver Burton was hit hard on the face by the back punch, and his head was stunned.

Zhao Chuanxin put away his sword, and flicked the middle finger of his right hand towards Oliver Burton's wrist.

Crying...

The sword fell to the ground.

There is unrest over there in the martial arts group.

"This swordplay has reached the pinnacle."

"I saw the shadows of the Bodhidharma sword, the Wudang sword, the Japanese swordsmanship, and the Western swordsmanship... Mr. Zhao is truly a martial arts genius..."

Li Shuwen frowned and said, "Mr. Zhao is also proficient in Bajiquan, which is a simplified Bajiquan that only attacks but does not defend. When martial arts reach this level, the cicada will feel the golden wind before it blows, and the death will come without knowing it!"

Over there, Zhao Chuanxin snapped his fingers repeatedly: "Let me show you the Six Meridians Divine Sword."

chi chi chi...

Oliver Burton was disarmed. Zhao Chuanxin snapped his fingers repeatedly, and red lights flashed. Oliver Burton was covered with wounds.

He didn't even understand what had hurt him.

Because it was going to be a slow slicing, Zhao Chuanxin made the light blade as short as possible.

After more than ten light blades were fired, he became more and more proficient in using them. An image of level 4 light blades flashed through his mind. He stepped back to a suitable distance and snapped his fingers.

laugh……

Oliver Burton had the longest gash on his chest since the fight began.

Although his performance was not up to par this time, Zhao Chuanxin was still overjoyed, because he broke through the level 3 light blade and reached level 4 in an instant.

Oliver Burton was covered in wounds, but none of them were fatal.

But he had lost too much blood and was exhausted. He fell to the ground, struggling, and was too weak to get up.

He looked at Zhao Chuanxin in panic: "Don't kill me..."

Zhao Chuanxin was in a good mood, his mind clear, "Believe me, dying is harder than living, I will show mercy and let you die."

After saying this, he pointed his finger at Oliver Burton's forehead.

laugh.

The unique skill of Zhongyuan Yidianhong reappears.

But this time, it was not the elf carving knife that was used, but the light blade.

Oliver Burton's eyes widened, his head tilted, and he died.

Zhao Chuanxin leaped backwards, and contrary to common sense, he was able to jump several meters high and land gently on the ring.

There were foreigners, Chinese, high-ranking officials and nobles, as well as small traders present.

Also sitting among them was a young man wearing glasses. He was Hu Shi, whom Zhao Chuanxin had met once.

There is actually no fairness in the evaluation of historical figures.

As long as the times are right, the red face can become the white face, and vice versa.

Because the people are too easily influenced, the brainless ones follow the trend, and the smart ones don't speak. Zhao Chuanxin looked at the crowd in the audience and sighed secretly.

In this era where everything is either black or white, people would think that if they could overthrow the Qing dynasty, lead their troops to conquer the country, and then unify the country, everything would be fine.

Zhao Chuanxin lived in this era and he knew that this idea was naive and ridiculous.

The people in the late Qing Dynasty had no country in their hearts, and they didn't even have a concept of the correct future direction of the country.

There is a saying that goes: It is difficult to grow up without experiencing poverty, and it is difficult to grow up without experiencing setbacks.

A country without soul and a nation without roots will have no future, especially in the Central Plains with its orderly inheritance.

It is actually easier to immigrate to a country.

Since they do not have a family empire, it is easier for them to form alliances for the sake of interests.

This kind of thinking among the people will continue for decades.

It takes a process for a nation to awaken.

It is wishful thinking to expect the people to understand all this in an instant, and after the unification, they will care about the motherland and work together.

Zhao Chuanxin can say with 100% certainty that if he tries to unify the country now, as long as he no longer sits on the throne, there will be chaos within twenty years.

If he stays in power for a long time, it will mean the regression of civilization.

Moreover, he hates management, hates to get up at the crack of dawn, and hates to be diligent. His personality is simply not suitable for a long-term management position.

At the very least, warlords’ infighting is something that must be experienced. Otherwise, even if a lifeline appears, the people will not cherish it because they don’t even know what they want.

Just like many people typing away on their keyboards, looking back at their personal lives - they understand the principles, but their lives are a mess.

Not to mention ordinary people, even the few smart people are mostly confused at this time, like blind men touching an elephant, each holding one end, crossing the river by feeling the stones, and testing carefully.

Zhao Chuanxin is sure that even those great people who have been born are confused at this moment, and they dare not say firmly at this moment - the future belongs to us.

Sun Gongwu didn't dare to pat his chest and shout: "I will definitely succeed."

He is just like Cao Cao, letting everyone quench their thirst with a mirage.

Been thirsty for years.

Many people are even unwilling to believe him.

Thinking of this, Zhao Chuanxin came to the loudspeaker.

The whole audience was watching.

The martial arts group was looking at him.

Liu Ai and Aries looked at him.

Hu Shi also looked at him.

Zhao Chuanxin pressed the loudspeaker with his left hand, which was his vocal organ.

He said: "You must understand that I did not save the Western Regions for those raisins; I did not save the grasslands for those beef and mutton; I did not save the key ports for the fish; and I did not kill these two for my personal reputation."

There was silence.

Waiting for Zhao Chuanxin's next words.

Zhao Chuanxin continued: "The patriotism is not about the Qing Dynasty. What do the Aisin-Gioro clan think of? They cannot represent this country."

As soon as this statement came out, the whole place was in an uproar.

Everyone knew that Zhao Chuanxin had a bad relationship with the royal family, but this was the first time that he used words directed against the Qing Dynasty and the Aisin-Gioro family in a public speech.

It was a tacit understanding before, but now we are letting it go and revealing our true colors.

"Mr. Zhao is so brave."

"That's nothing. When he bombarded the Forbidden City, we knew how brave he was."

At this time, someone in the crowd suddenly stood up and said, "What nonsense."

The people around looked in the direction of the voice and asked in shock, "Could it be Mr. Tian Baorong, the magistrate of Shanghai?"

There was no anger on Zhao Chuanxin's face. Okita Baorong hooked his finger and said, "If you can do it, come up and tell me."

Tian Baorong: “…”

Someone said noisily, "Yes, Master Tian, ​​please come up to the stage and say a few words."

When Tian Baorong heard Zhao Chuanxin slandering and insulting the imperial court, he instinctively stood up and refuted him like a loyal dog protecting his master.

But he was not ready to go on stage.

Tian Baorong blushed and said, "Don't spread rumors to confuse the people. The imperial court cannot represent the country. Can you, Zhao Chuanxin, represent the country?"

Zhao Chuanxin nodded: "I can do it. Not only I can do it, but everyone in the audience can do it. It is the 400 million compatriots and the land under our feet that make up our country."

People in the audience were whispering to each other. Some people disagreed, some thought it made sense, and some were just watching the fun.

This situation fully demonstrates that Zhao Chuanxin's concerns are real.

It was like when the Eight-Nation Alliance invaded the Forbidden City, the common people set up ladders and supported stairs, helped lead the way, asked the foreigners about their well-being, and the eunuchs stood by and watched the show.

How many years have passed since the Gengzi Year?
The people in the audience didn't care at all. Subconsciously, the people in the Central Plains were named Aisin-Gioro, which had nothing to do with them and the loss would not be theirs.

If there is no tribulation period in the middle, haha, even if you take over the world, you can ascend to heaven?

It was all in vain.

Zhao Chuanxin suddenly lost interest in talking.

He took a running start, took a step forward and covered more than ten meters, and came in front of Tian Baorong: "Are you talking to me?"

Tian Baorong was startled.

When facing Zhao Chuanxin, he couldn't open his mouth at all. He didn't have the courage.

Not to mention the county magistrate, even the governor Zhao Chuanxin didn't take him seriously. Empress Dowager Cixi still couldn't do anything to him, and Yuan Weiting had to be servile.

Zhao Chuanxin grinned: "When you sleep at night, you'd better open one eye."

Tian Baorong stammered, "Can I avoid death if I open one eye?"

"Open one eye, and you might understand how you died. Be a clear-headed ghost."

Tian Baorong fell to the ground with a plop: "You can't kill me. Killing me would be like killing an official and committing treason."

Although Zhao Chuanxin's verbal insults to the Aisin-Gioro clan today may have caused a stir, there is still room for improvement.

If Tian Baorong were killed, it would truly be a rebellion.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't kill him, but spat in his face, very accurately, hitting the bull's eye.

"Ah...tui!"

"What the fuck."

Then he waved his hand at the manager of the Apollo Cinema: "Wash the floor."

But he walked out with Benjamin Goldberg and his group.

The members of the Martial Arts Group had no idea where to go.

Zhao Chuanxin insulted the Aisin-Gioro clan. If they continued to hang out with Zhao Chuanxin, they would have been labeled.

If I don't follow, I might offend Zhao Chuanxin.

In a dilemma, Zhao Chuanxin had already left the cinema with his apprentice, Liu Ai, Bai Yang, Gan Fan and Suba.

"Master, they didn't catch up."

"It's okay. A gentleman doesn't stand under a dangerous wall."

"If you ask me, it doesn't matter if you don't practice martial arts. If you don't practice bravery, you are just a person who protects himself."

He's right.

It can be verified from historical records that people outside were beaten to a pulp, but these martial arts masters were able to survive unscathed in their own yards. If they occasionally went on stage, they would be considered national heroes and would be widely praised in movies and TV dramas.

The audience knows Huo Yuanjia, Huang Feihong, Ip Man, Sun Lutang, and Shang Yunxiang... but few know Wu Luzhen, and even fewer know those who truly sacrificed their lives.

Just like Ip Man, he was a representative of the idea that a gentleman should not stand under a dangerous wall, but later he was filmed into a national hero and given a gilded reputation.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't blame them, but he didn't respect them either.

At this time, a person followed out from behind, it was Li Shuwen.

"and many more."

Zhao Chuanxin turned around and smiled sincerely.

He rarely smiles like this.

Zhang Zhankui, who was usually very respectful to him, did not come out, but Li Shuwen came out.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at him with admiration.

Li Shuwen said, "Mr. Zhao, when I came here, your disciple covered my travel expenses, food and lodging. On the way back, I don't have a single ounce of silver on me, so I still need to rely on you, my master and your disciple."

Zhao Chuanxin laughed even more happily, and put his arm around Li Shuwen's thin shoulders: "Those who talk about righteousness lightly will betray in battle. Brother, don't talk about travel expenses, food and lodging, eating, drinking, gambling and smoking, we are not a problem either."

Li Shuwen: “…”

Benjamin Goldberg said, "Master Li, you and my uncle are like brothers. I haven't seen you for many years and you must miss each other. I also want to go to Lugang Town. Why don't you follow me north and I will take care of all the trips back to Tianjin."

Li Shuwen was really moved when he heard this: "Okay, let's go and see my brother Zhao."

Zhao Chuanxin said cheerfully: "My disciple is quite wealthy. By the way, Benjamin, we have a big deal to discuss, the military equipment specially supplied to Mexico..."

……

Japan.

The people marched and demonstrated, demanding that the government ask the Qing court for an explanation.

In the past, when Zhao Chuanxin killed Japanese, most of them were soldiers, embassy officials, and spies, which left people speechless.

This time, Zhao Chuanxin killed not only Mei Qiantaro and other sea merchants, but also many fishermen and sailors who were working away from home.

This method of killing without leaving any survivors shocked the entire Japanese nation.

What followed was the exclusion of the Chinese.

Sun Yanguang’s shop was smashed.

Some Chinese in Japan are looking for places to hide, while others are thinking about returning home.

The brothers Zhou Shuren and Sun Yanguang were among them.

The two sides met on the boat. Sun Yanguang heard the two brothers talking very well, and the two brothers saw how handsome Sun Yanguang was, so they naturally started a conversation.

The two brothers returned home and didn't know what to do. Sun Yanguang said, "Lubin Prefecture has opened elementary and secondary schools and is recruiting teachers. Why don't you go and apply for the job?"

Although he was carrying out assassinations in Japan, he was well aware of the domestic news.

After all, he admired Zhao Chuanxin, and Zhao Chuanxin was the prefect of Lubin Prefecture.

Zhou Shuren shook his head: "I need to go home and deal with some things first before I worry about it."

Sun Yanguang lamented: "You missed a great opportunity."

(End of this chapter)